hoping it would set me free like a slave running I picked up a pen 2nite hoping that the feelings I have can stop stuntin Sitting here fronting Seeing your face and still not saying nothing I picked up a pen 2nite then wished on a star praying for a perfect world One where moons were big and stars were bright Where love was made Made so beautiful that you had to hold it tight I picked up a pen 2nite As I wrote…. the letters started to form your face One that is distinguished, pleasant, and somewhat complexed Your stucture tells a story Showing hard times of pain or even worry I picked up a pen 2nite hoping that my words could reach you before I read them before my pen finess them bless them …shit even stress them I picked up a pen 2nite and thought of you touching my hand thinking to oneself When God made you So imperfectly perfect That when he was done He knew you were worth it Kissing your lips Is nothing short of a blessing Just a moment of connection A moment of a true kings affection Open my eyes to see yours staring back at me You…. display….. promise…. of a better day Promise… of beautiful poetic words to say Touching my very soul with your glance at the sametime being greetful for this chance for this moment for this day for the gift that is you If we never speak again I will always remember this night The night I picked up a pen The night I wrote words of depth and connection words of love promises and full wishes Coming from a floists in a poetic form I write you these words because… You… have touched me… in a place that is center A place that is warm A place… that is me….